Bleugh. I'm so sorry. I should have been updating Hastilude but this idea got up in my head after I read a fiction consisting of 50 angst chapters. I'm in a love hate relationship with Angst. I get slapped around but still come crawling back.

But enough of my ramblings.

So without further ado: My take on an angsty fanfiction.

p.s. I am writing chapter 7 of Hastilude. It's just taking a while :/

Disclaimer - Shingeki no Kyojin and all characters belong to Hajime Isayama


00. Prelude

"Mom, dad."

Two syllables so quiet, a passer-by would have likely missed it for the rain pattering on the umbrella the girl held tightly onto. White mist escaped with every exhale to blend with the grey skies above. It was one of the most disagreeable Novembers ever, an opinion many had hasten to agree with – people in cars and pedestrians alike ignored the lone figure in the cemetery as they huddled down within their own comfortable misery.

Standing alone, black dress melding with black tresses and a black rectangular case on her back, the girl looked right in place amongst the headstones – all wrapped in memories and all holding a slight confusion as to how they got here, in the middle of all these other lost. It always happens suddenly, the girl thought as she traced inscription names with her fingers, water curling down her hands like tear stains. People are always left behind, memories always held onto – but for how long? When she was young, she thought that the dead would want to have as many people crying for them as possible, for as long as possible – for that shows that you really mattered while you lived, didn't it? Now she wasn't so sure.

When they were alive, her parents never liked to see her cry. She doubted that they would change their minds in death.

Tugging her red scarf up back over her nose, the girl leant down and gently placed a fresh bouquet of lilies on the smooth marble. Away from the umbrella's protection, the large white flowers gathered water from the heavens, each drop making the petals tremble.

"I got into St. Cecilia's" the girl murmured. "The entrance recital was quite hard – I played the Sarabande you loved, dad. The interviewers thought I was brilliant too. In fact, they told me I was pretty much guaranteed a place as a first violin if I wanted to join the academy's orchestra. Imagine that, eh? I hope you're both proud of me." She gave a small smile. "Eren got in too, I'm not quite sure what he played, but it was probably one of Mozart's piano concertos. He told me that he was really nervous after his performance, and made a few errors during the interviews, but looking at the outcome the school must've found him amazing too."

She was quiet for a few moments, wrapped up in her own thoughts. The cold was starting to bite through the wool of her gloves and the few tears that streamed down her face left hot traces over frozen cheeks. It was time to get to her new school, in a new town with only one familiar face to ward off the initial loneliness. Before she left, her hands traced over the headstone names again; "I miss you guys so much…"

A shadow of black and vivid scarlet, Mikasa Ackerman walked out of the cemetery and hailed a cab – quickly disappearing back into the world awash with cold winter rain.


Tell me what you think, it'll be mucho appreciated - I'll see if I can continue this :o